Perhaps the thing that lingers most in memory during war—aside from blood, fire, steel, and ruin—is sound.
The sound of screams.
Of pain.
The savage howls of war that escape a person without their awareness.
Sound is a fundamental element of war.
It reflects the morale of an entire army ...
and at times, it alone is enough to turn the tide.
Between the Ultras and the Empire ...
it was painfully clear who held the advantage in that regard.
The howls of monsters and demons,
the shrill grinding of iron puppets—
completely drowned out the voices of the Empire's warriors.
At first, the humans shouted with fervor,
fighting with the resolve to stand until their final breath.
But at some point that fervor began to fade.
Gradually ...
it turned into despair.
The difference in strength was overwhelming.
Ordinary soldiers—those of lower ranks like A and B—
stood no chance against creatures that surpassed SS.
And so ...with the exception of the strong—
they died.
Fast.
